Love and Laughter

I love to laugh. Who doesn't? When I go to the movies, I'd prefer a comedy over a traditional 'chick flick'. Laughing, for me, is one of the best ways to pass the time. I can easily spend hours on www.icanhazcheeseburger.com just because I'm a cat lover. (Okay, so my family thinks I'm sad to laugh uproariously at pictures of cats with silly captions, so what?)

I try to bring my love of laughter to my writing. I like to think I have a good sense of humor (sarcastic, biting, sharp enough to pierce at fifty feet) and want people who read my stuff to laugh. Lord knows I laugh when I'm writing what I think is a particularly funny scene.

So my finished MS has a farting English bulldog. I think it's funny. I never said that I had the most high-brow humor in the world. I go around quoting Monty Python (and they aren't exactly subtle), or Airplane!, or Kung Pow, not to mention Napoleon Dynamite, Anchorman, and 40-year-old Virgin. Silly or, some might even say, downright stupid, these are movies that earn a chuckle from me. I'm not saying that my book is filled with slapstick comedy, but it does have some funny parts.

Love should be filled with laughter. Does that mean my characters go around telling jokes? No, but they do react to the humor in situations that surround them. I crack myself up sometimes (most of the time), so I begin to worry that my story isn't as funny as I think it is. It isn't meant to be completely funny though, so don't go away thinking I wrote a paranormal comedy romance. It just has funny parts. Writing a story filled with doom and gloom isn't my style.